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11:51 AM i'm going to move all the sophie related items out of here, and into their own home in sophie's section of the site.
i'm going to move all the sophie related items out of here, and into their own home in sophie's section of the site.
5.30.2000 2:16 PM the magic name generator tells me i should be known as "icky 70's green." this has boosted my self esteem immeasurably; it could have been "pukey 70's gold." 5.27.2000 6:43 PM in the dream, i fall into an easy intimacy.there is much touching of fingers to hand and hand to arm; a quick kiss for emphasis. 5.26.2000 10:15 AM again with the list of things i want to remember. these are mostly about the vacation to germany we took may2-15. sooner or later, most likely later, i will elaborate on most of them.the beautiful boy in the wheelchair: his furtive watching as i breastfed, so wistful. the way the rising sun coloured him all orange and yellow and red.at the finest restaurants...being locked inside berwartstein, all the schoolgirls lining up to ask if they could kiss sophielightning storms are the coolestthe changing face of pirmasens -- old favorites closed and no new ones surfacingthe angel is still therehouses of stone and plasterkeepsakes: glass containers, the scale, the picture of the dead deerstolen photographssophie conquering the retirement home 5.1.2000 9:13 AM i miss writing poetry. i've even stopped making little cryptic notes to myself that might one day turn into poems. i need to start that again. i need to finish the 137 poems project so i can become a person. k.
2:16 PM the magic name generator tells me i should be known as "icky 70's green." this has boosted my self esteem immeasurably; it could have been "pukey 70's gold."
the magic name generator tells me i should be known as "icky 70's green." this has boosted my self esteem immeasurably; it could have been "pukey 70's gold."
5.27.2000 6:43 PM in the dream, i fall into an easy intimacy.there is much touching of fingers to hand and hand to arm; a quick kiss for emphasis. 5.26.2000 10:15 AM again with the list of things i want to remember. these are mostly about the vacation to germany we took may2-15. sooner or later, most likely later, i will elaborate on most of them.the beautiful boy in the wheelchair: his furtive watching as i breastfed, so wistful. the way the rising sun coloured him all orange and yellow and red.at the finest restaurants...being locked inside berwartstein, all the schoolgirls lining up to ask if they could kiss sophielightning storms are the coolestthe changing face of pirmasens -- old favorites closed and no new ones surfacingthe angel is still therehouses of stone and plasterkeepsakes: glass containers, the scale, the picture of the dead deerstolen photographssophie conquering the retirement home 5.1.2000 9:13 AM i miss writing poetry. i've even stopped making little cryptic notes to myself that might one day turn into poems. i need to start that again. i need to finish the 137 poems project so i can become a person. k.
6:43 PM in the dream, i fall into an easy intimacy.there is much touching of fingers to hand and hand to arm; a quick kiss for emphasis.
in the dream, i fall into an easy intimacy.
there is much touching of fingers to hand and hand to arm; a quick kiss for emphasis.
5.26.2000 10:15 AM again with the list of things i want to remember. these are mostly about the vacation to germany we took may2-15. sooner or later, most likely later, i will elaborate on most of them.the beautiful boy in the wheelchair: his furtive watching as i breastfed, so wistful. the way the rising sun coloured him all orange and yellow and red.at the finest restaurants...being locked inside berwartstein, all the schoolgirls lining up to ask if they could kiss sophielightning storms are the coolestthe changing face of pirmasens -- old favorites closed and no new ones surfacingthe angel is still therehouses of stone and plasterkeepsakes: glass containers, the scale, the picture of the dead deerstolen photographssophie conquering the retirement home 5.1.2000 9:13 AM i miss writing poetry. i've even stopped making little cryptic notes to myself that might one day turn into poems. i need to start that again. i need to finish the 137 poems project so i can become a person. k.
10:15 AM again with the list of things i want to remember. these are mostly about the vacation to germany we took may2-15. sooner or later, most likely later, i will elaborate on most of them.the beautiful boy in the wheelchair: his furtive watching as i breastfed, so wistful. the way the rising sun coloured him all orange and yellow and red.at the finest restaurants...being locked inside berwartstein, all the schoolgirls lining up to ask if they could kiss sophielightning storms are the coolestthe changing face of pirmasens -- old favorites closed and no new ones surfacingthe angel is still therehouses of stone and plasterkeepsakes: glass containers, the scale, the picture of the dead deerstolen photographssophie conquering the retirement home
again with the list of things i want to remember. these are mostly about the vacation to germany we took may2-15. sooner or later, most likely later, i will elaborate on most of them.
5.1.2000 9:13 AM i miss writing poetry. i've even stopped making little cryptic notes to myself that might one day turn into poems. i need to start that again. i need to finish the 137 poems project so i can become a person. k.
9:13 AM i miss writing poetry. i've even stopped making little cryptic notes to myself that might one day turn into poems. i need to start that again. i need to finish the 137 poems project so i can become a person.
i miss writing poetry. i've even stopped making little cryptic notes to myself that might one day turn into poems. i need to start that again. i need to finish the 137 poems project so i can become a person.
k.
